User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110612161721

After travelling about a mile, Lance stops. "I hear a noise. Lay low, everybeast. Sanders, scout ahead." Sanders nods and crawls through the bushes. He comes back urgently. "I saw weasel not far ahead. Don't know whether 'e's one o' the vipers, though"